Have you ever been hungry? Like truly famished? Even though Truman ate well in his youth, his Mother never really minded the snacks he brought home from corner stores or had as leftovers from elementary school lunches. He always had a meal and a snack at the readyâ but he was always left unsatisfied. It could have been because Mom and Dad were always fighting and it curdled his stomach and made keeping food down a little difficult. It could have been because he ran away from home one morning only to return in the evening from his adventures to find they hadnât even realized he was gone. It could have been because heâs never felt so satisfied as the day he bit the edge of Jeffery Grantâs ear off when they had gotten into a playground tussle in the Sixth Gradeâ
Oh, but suddenly they took notice. Suddenly theyâre so shocked that their quiet, shy son could be so violent. There was some deliberation, seeing as the attack had been so vicious, and it was agreed upon that he would be put into Juvenile Hall, only to be moved to a more specialized facility after confessing that he had rather enjoyed it and might do it again if Jeffery didn't stop being a jerk.
Again, his parents took notice. His Mom had called him a monster, hysterically crying as Truman sat and looked on, very confused. A monster? Him? Heâs never done anything wrong in his entire lifeâ minus the ear incident. And minus the squirrelincident, but that one had been an accident.
For nearly a year he was locked away, writing his desires in notebooks, reading and cataloging all he could about cannibalism, seeing as that was the term they kept using for his actions. Itâs an interesting read, heâll be the first to tell you, and while the hospital staff were cautious about releasing him, laws are laws and he had more than served his sentence.
It wasn't long until he would do it again and was back in the hospital, only to be released the following year. One day, he was suddenly 18 with nowhere to go. He was free though and he had his GED. As Truman saw it, he could do whatever he wanted.
Of course, the hunger reminded him that all that previous research was much different than practice, that he was indeed starving for something that he had yet to taste. Well, he still remembered how Jefferyâs flesh had tasted on his lips, he remembers it so vividly in fact...
His new diet consists mostly of meat. First, he tries every animal he could; itâs all good but not good enough. It never settles on his tongue well. Then he tries it raw and it just makes him sick. Itâs when he gets the job as a janitor at a small local hospital that he finds what he was always looking for; people.
He sort of stumbled upon it, really. He admired an orderly he met, having made his first good friend in many years...only to appear saddened when heâs told by management that the other has suddenly disappeared. But itâs alright; Truman can hold onto the memory of the other forever...because heâs got a piece of him inside.
The cycle continues when he runs out of Tubberware containers of human meatâ those who want to leave the hospital earn a visit from Truman; patients who once were nice to him that are suddenly ready for discharge, co-workers that are nice to him but don't seem to want spend time with him outside of work, fellow service workers that want to retire or change jobs and leave him.
Truman found a way to ensure no one could ever leave him again. And for once, heâs satisfied.
Hometown: Wichita, Kansas, USA
Birth Date: March 28, 1991
Orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 5'11"
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Penjani owns a 1968 Cadillac DeVille. Convertible. Hunter green. Her name is Kelly and Penjani would kill for her.
Penjani collects a lot of interesting things! Seeing as she lives close to swampland, she often enjoys trying to find something to add to the pile on the shoresâ her current collections vary vastly but include things like: weird discarded dolls, license plates, teeth and bones, cool rocks, and more!
Wears stacking rings a lot. She thinks they make her fingers look extra slender and pretty...maybe a little more mystical tooâ that being said, it should also be noted that she doesn't like the concept of changing her appearance to appear more like a stereotypical "fortune teller" and refuses to do it. You'll take your damn fortune while she wears jeans and a shark print shirt and you can suck it.
Penjani has Aquaphobia and won't go anywhere near large bodies of water. There may be a literal swamp behind her home, but she never treads too close to the water's edge, plus the water is...chunky. There are huge piles of reeds and rocks and it seems to break up the surface more and that she can tolerate being (somewhat) close to. Purely open bodies of water are a definite no. She especially is wary of rivers and lakes.
She will pull "I'm a psychic, dammit!" whenever she needs something. She's used it to cut in line at Starbucks. She's a menace.
Truman kind of talks like Elmer Fudd. No, I will not elaborate.
Truman has very obsessive tendencies, usually involving his potential victims. Due to his loneliness and awkwardness towards most people, those that attempt to be nice to him or befriend him tend to become love objects to him, and a part of this fantasy he builds in his headâ acquaintances are always regarded more like best friends regardless of how close they actually are. It is also incredibly easy to anger him if you are the current object of his affection and self-worth. Rejecting him, ignoring him, etc. can cause him to lash out!
He's never seen the Harry Potter series, stop telling him he looks like Peter Pettigrew, he doesn't even know who that is! He doesn't care!
He has the palate of a five-year-old. Truman knows what he likes and he likes things like mac and cheese, chicken nuggets, oatmeal, pancakes, french fries, and, of course, human flesh. He's eating your neighbor with a side of dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets. He smothered Chik-fil-A sauce on Jerry from Accounting.
Has really bad seasonal allergies. It acts up mostly around the start of autumn and he's just constantly runny and sneezy. Ew.
Contrary to popular belief, just because heâs a cannibal doesn't mean heâs got a little cookbook with recipes and knows whether fava beans are actually good with human flesh. He doesnât even know exactly what fava beans are! Truman has a very lone bachelor skill set in the kitchen as well as in appetite. This leads to someoneâs thigh lightly grilled with salt, pepper, and a side of baked beans from a can. He puts ketchup on it! He knows what he likes and he refuses to go out of his way to dissect (pardon the pun) the art of eating people down to culinary science. He will just add nacho cheese on a meaty rib and call it a night! Itâs not that serious! He replaces the cold beef brisket in his TV dinner with a bit of bicep! Let him have his creature comforts!
âThe first time I ever...you know,â Truman pauses, looking around to ensure no one was listening to them before continuing. âReally ate anybody was when I first started at the hospital.â Having a juvenile record tended to be a death sentence in terms of getting higher education or getting a job, but of course, the local community was big on rehabilitating their young people. There were a few programs to help young people like himself get back on the right track, which Truman took advantage of.Â
"I was able to get a job through a work program that works with the detention center...they were really helpful and I donât mind, uh, cleaning. Itâs therapeutic, I think. You just,â He shrugs, making a mopping motion. âRoutine. Sometimeâs itâs gross but, uh, I mean it keeps me afloat and I can keep things clean.â Which was a rather noble purpose, if you ask him. Not everyone could stomach janitorial work, but he could, and kept it safe and sanitary for all the staff.Â
âAnyways, uh, I was doing my rounds. Mopping and sweeping. Had to clean out a bed from the wing where they have the older patients that have to stay under observation...â He hated that wing, it just felt so sad to him. Some didnât even have people come to visit them. It sort of broke his heart. âApparently one of them was going homeâ which was good! I went and the, uh, the orderly was still there...â Truman frowned deeply, rubbing at the space between his eyes harshly. âThe orderly, uh, Stevie. He was supposed to be gathering their things but he....he pocketed some of the stuff. I saw him.â
Trumanâs head shook at the memory. âItâs not nice. We were friends,â They barely knew each other but Truman still felt a rather strong connection. âBut I couldnât let that slide. He said heâd get me fired if I told anyone...Heâd say I did it.â He sniffs and shrugs. âSo I waited until he finished his shift.â Truman still remembers the sound Stevieâs head made after he slammed it into the hood of his car. Technically, it was his fault; not only for stealing and being rude to Truman but also for parking in the area of the lot that had the worst lighting. He made it easy.Â
âI was scared at first. I donât get angry, you know? But I just...I couldnât let him...be like that. Friends donât turn on friends like that. They work through their problems.â Truman anxiously chews on his lower lip as he thinks about it. âI figured...he liked stealing things. So much so he would fight with me for it. So I took...â Truman's head bobs, still chewing away at his lip as he thought on how to phrase it. âI took his head. Didnât...didnât eat it. Just kept it a while. Tried to talk thought it. He couldnât talk back but I figured itâd be...be good just to say what I was feeling.â And, of course, Stevieâs body had been put away in enough Tupperware to stock his fridge. He ate well for a long time, longer than he would have imaginedâ the human body was larger than he initially gave it credit. âEventually, I couldn't look at him anymore...still kinda hurt.â It was found later, wrapped in plastic bags and cloth by the edge of the El Dorado Lake. âThe first time out of juvie when I had a fight with a good friend. Itâs tough but I think...if both parties are willing to...to properly communicate, you can get past anything.â
